Beatrice’s grin took over her entire face. “Let’s do it!”
Chapter 4
Gabriel~
It was past two in the morning when I saw a car pull up to the curb in front of Justice’s apartment building. I’d been standing by the window for over half an hour eyeballing every pair of headlights that cut through the night.
I waited as long as my sanity would allow me and I had texted her around 11pm, about three hours after I’d let myself into her apartment and gotten comfortable.
It felt weird being in her apartment without her. Whenever Justice and I were together, we weretogether. Except for occasional runs to the store or me showing up before she got off work, we spent every second together when I was in town.
This experience of having to wait on her, while she was out living it up in the city, was not a good feeling. And the feeling got worse as I watched her half-ass stumble out of a car, wave goodbye to somebody and make her way up the walkway smiling.
She was fucking smiling and I hope to God it was because she was drunk as shit and not…anything else.
I let the curtain fall back into place, and crossing my arms over my chest, I watched the front door, waiting for her to open the door. Nerves danced in the pit of my stomach with every passing second.
Justice and I became friends when we were 15 years old and were paired up for a classroom assignment, and we became much more a year later when we were 16. We had been each other’s first in damn near everything and we’d been giving into that connection ever since. But, in all that time, we’ve never had a falling out. Not even one argument, and I had a feeling, this first one, was going to be a doozy.
Because there was no doubt in my mind that there would be a fight.
I heard the doorknob jingle and the telltale signs of locks opening. The lamp in the living room was on, so she was going to know instantly that I was here. Or thatsomeonewas in her apartment.
And I was right. The second she passed the threshold, she gasped. Her head darted around, and her eyes widened when she noticed me standing by the window. My eyes raked over her body, and if I hadn’t been pissed before, I sure the fuck was now.
Her mermaid dyed hair was falling in waves down her back, shining like a goddamn waterfall. Her face was flushed, and her eye makeup was a little worn, but it didn’t take away from the features that made up her beautiful face.
Justice’s hair was naturally blonde, but she always kept it dyed in an array of brilliant colors. It worked for her personality and her slim stature. She had long, thin brows that worked with her pale eyelashes to showcase a stunning pair of bright blue eyes. Her skin was smooth and flawless. Her nose was perfectly straight and centered on her face. Her cheeks were high and always rosy. And she had a pair of lips that made the best of men wonder about them.
I was 6’1”, so her 5’5” height made her feel perfect in my arms. And over the years, my hands, lips, tongue and cock have memorized the slope of her shoulders, the femininity of her arms, the gracefulness of her neck, the pleasure of her perfect hand-sized breast, the softness of her tapered waist, the lushness of her flared out hips, the strength of her toned, lean legs and every hidden secret she’s ever shared with me.
And now she was standing before me, hair down her back, eyes made up to mesmerize and an outfit designed to seduce.
Her black top was a barely-there tank top and pushed her tits up, showing off more cleavage than anyone should be allowed to see. She paired it was a scrap of material that I imagined was supposed to be a fucking skirt of some kind, but instead, it just wrapped around her hips, barely covering her ass. Her legs were bare, but her feet were encased in a pair of classic black, fuck-me heels that added another four inches to her height.
And. I. Saw. Red.
“Gabriel,” she gasped. “What on earth are you doing here?”
Her question pissed me off, but the fact she had shut and locked the door behind her calmed me a bit. She was alone and the relief sliding down my spine was tangible.
“Where the fuck have you been?” I snapped, ignoring her question. “And why in the fuck are you dressed like you’re trolling for dick?”
Justice’s eyes widened and then narrowed as my words sunk in. She stormed across her living room, threw her purse on the couch, and marched right up to me.
She placed her hands on her hips and fumed,“Excuse me?”
I peered down at her. “Answer me, goddamn it!”
She leaned back, and I swear to God, scoffed in my face. “None of your goddamn business, Gabriel,” she snapped. “I don’t answer to you. Or have you conveniently forgotten that little fact?”
Never mind earlier about seeing red. That had been a mild pinkish hue.
Now this?
This right now?
This was seeing motherfucking red!
